• Memoir,  Short Story

    Ostrich by Dan Rahe

    In 1990, my father bought four ostriches — two breeding pairs. We lived on an old dairy farm, and dad and I had retrofitted the barns and pastures, which were perfectly adequate for habitation by placid bovines, to make them suitable for giant, speedy African avians. Ostrich farming was something of a fad in the late 1980’s and early 1990’s, and many enterprising farmers had made a small fortune from hide and meat sales. My dad, being the kind of person who suspects the path to success is cleverly hidden, studied ostrich husbandry with zeal, and eventually arranged to have some delivered to our Minnesota farmstead. The four ostriches who…

  • Fiction,  Short Story

    It Was an Opossum by Christopher A. Clark

    “Daddy, where’s Fluffy? Daddy, wake up. I can’t find him. Have you seen him?” Dan groaned when his curly haired daughter Rebecca woke him by whacking his forehead. He also dreaded the question she repeated while crawling onto his back. Two days ago, Fluffy sneaked out the patio door when Dan exited to put the burgers on the grill. It wasn’t the first time the cat ran out so Dan merely cursed and knew they’d have to put out a can of tuna—the only thing that drew him back inside. “Daddy, wake up,” she said, now placing her mouth on his ear to make sure he heard her. “I’m awake,”…

  • Fiction,  Short Story

    Bad Rinse by Ken Miller

    The dishwasher was dead for several days. It begged for help awhile, made a couple of futile threats and finally stopped in the middle of a rinse. Podlowski kept saying he’d fix it but just pulled the door. The door sat in the kitchen until Yvonne moved it to the back porch, losing half the screws en route. A new dishwasher was out of the question. Podlowski hadn’t worked for months and there was no way he would watch the kids if she found something. He considered himself on call. Yvonne figured he was as likely to be called to be Pope as for anything local that paid better than…

  • Fantasy, Sci-fi,  Fiction,  Short Story

    A Swimmer in Time by Martin Chase

    I have been to many worlds, many realms. I have travelled for years on end, and borne witness to things you would never believe, lest you feasted your own eyes upon them. The bloody skies of Ares III, where the White Dragons roam in rivers of mercury rain, and the lush, sea-jungles of Aquides, where sacred Lemuria and fish-men reside submerged, still flow vividly through my head like a bubbling stream of thought. My feet are forever restless, my tiny, silver rocket always in want of fuel, as I soar like a lonely comet across the vast, pitch oceans of time and space. In the confines my little argent vessel,…

  • Fantasy, Sci-fi,  Fiction,  Novel Excerpt

    Excerpt from Birthright by J Anne Fullerton

    That night in bed, relaxing after a strenuous sexual work out, she brought up the subject of the full moon. Nick lay on his side, tracing trails of perspiration on her skin with his fingertips. He felt more alive than at any point in his life. There was more energy and passion in him now that when he had been a young man. It was all due to the wolf that resided within him and he had her to thank for that. “I need to talk to you about what’s happening to you,” she said, looking into his distracted eyes. He was staring at her damp naked beauty with hungry…

  • Fiction,  Short Story

    Her Green, Green Eyes by David Mucklow

    Sitting on the curb during 10 o’clock break, Colin could hear the high beeps of the Genie scissor lift. Something was always beeping on construction sites. The beeps were paired with the whine of the electric motor turning feeble tires through mud. Metal clanged against metal as the workers laid stainless steel studs against the cold iron guts of the building. Colin could smell the ions of polarized heat from the metal grinders and saws over the waft of his dingy steel toed boots. His cigarette smoke masked the construction smells, but they always came back. Click here to continue reading Her Green, Green Eyes

  • Fiction,  Short Story

    The Majestic by Carl Palmer

    The Triple Trey machine wheels spin to a slow stop just one numbered slot before the progressive payoff combination teasing me out of another twenty dollars for a chance to become the next instant millionaire at The Majestic, newest, all inclusive, casino on the Las Vegas strip. Slightly concerned about finding my cash pocket empty already, I quickly forget that thought upon my visual discovery of The Majestic Cash-a-Plenty ATM with no waiting line just three rows down on the green velvet wall within sight of my red hot quarter machine. The full figured blonde black lady wearing yellow pedal pushers and a darker yellow “I Saw Elvis” T-shirt says…

  • Poetry

    Conflict a Poem by Justin Racine

    In this grey world, Conflict seems the norm, From man to nature, To the bird and the worm.   It doesn’t matter If it is physically waged. It comes from within and without, From short to long ranged. Click here ton continue reading Conflict

  • Fiction,  Short Story

    Matterhorn by Titus Burley

    Screams from inside the mountain. Distorted in pitch because of the speed with which they moved. Grimacing faces flashing in and out of view as the carts of death careened along a doomed circuitous track. A passage of courage or some collective form of voluntary madness? The unearthly wails from within suggested the latter. Surrounding him, looming monstrous, were stinky bodies scorched red by the afternoon sun. Glistening visages and limbs slick with sweat, stifling in their proximity, moving in a slow, forward shuffle, dragging him along with them like some unrelenting human riptide. Click here to continue reading Matterhorn

  • Fiction,  Novel Excerpt

    In Barney’s Pub, Excerpt from Reunion at the Westside by Alec Clayton

    Jim Bright was the last person in the world Alex expected to see sashaying up to the bar in Barney’s Pub, the most notorious gay bar in Wetside, Washington. Jim had been Mister Everything in high school almost fifty years ago—all-conference quarterback for the Jefferson High School Golden Wave, track star (holder of the state record in the mile. 4:28), class president (unopposed), voted most handsome and most likely to succeed (both in and out of bed was the popular quip at the time). If a murder mystery were to be set in Wetside the murder would have to take place under the bare red bulb in the well at…